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They call me The Wild Rose but my name was Elisa Day
Why they call me it I do not know for my name was Day
the first day I met her I knew she was the one
As she [ . . . ] in my eyes and [ . . . ]
For her lips were the of the roses that grew down the river, all and wild
When he came on my door and entered the room
My trembling subsided in his sure embrace
He be my man, and with a careful hand, he up the tears that down my face
They call me The Wild but my name was Elisa Day
Why they call me it I do not know for my name was Day
On the second day I her a flower
She was more than any woman I'd seen
I said, 'Do you where the wild roses grow so sweet and and free?'
On the second day he smiled with a single rose
Said: 'Will you give me your loss and your sorrow?'
I my head, as I lay on the bed
'If I show you the roses you follow?'
They call me The Rose but my name was Elisa Day
Why they call me it I do not know for my name was Elisa Day
On the third day he took me to the river
He gave me the and we kissed
And the last I heard was a muttered word as he knelt me with a rock in his fist
On the last day I took her the wild grow
And she lay on the bank, the wind as a thief
As I her goodbye, said, 'All beauty must die'
And I lent down and planted a rose between her teeth
Why they call me it I do not know for my name was Day
the first day I met her I knew she was the one
As she [ . . . ] in my eyes and [ . . . ]
For her lips were the of the roses that grew down the river, all and wild
When he came on my door and entered the room
My trembling subsided in his sure embrace
He be my man, and with a careful hand, he up the tears that down my face
They call me The Wild but my name was Elisa Day
Why they call me it I do not know for my name was Day
On the second day I her a flower
She was more than any woman I'd seen
I said, 'Do you where the wild roses grow so sweet and and free?'
On the second day he smiled with a single rose
Said: 'Will you give me your loss and your sorrow?'
I my head, as I lay on the bed
'If I show you the roses you follow?'
They call me The Rose but my name was Elisa Day
Why they call me it I do not know for my name was Elisa Day
On the third day he took me to the river
He gave me the and we kissed
And the last I heard was a muttered word as he knelt me with a rock in his fist
On the last day I took her the wild grow
And she lay on the bank, the wind as a thief
As I her goodbye, said, 'All beauty must die'
And I lent down and planted a rose between her teeth
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